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Everything I Love The Most

Why is everything i love the most, so wrong for me?And everything i'm holding close, is so far away from me?They don't want me to lie but, they don't wanna hear the truthIt never made sense to meWhy is everything i love the most, is so wrong for me!

Yeah! problematic, i'm so problematicThat i'm probably a problem addictPop an aspirin cause my head is hurtin'Hotel bedroom, missin' curtainsSheets everywhere like a storm has passedIn fact it looks like i got into a wrestlin' matchEmpty bottle of jack, i could tell after thatI could smell it in fact, it's like death and assThink for a minute if i look over and lookTo my left is an opened book, a bibleTo my right is a guilty conscious and her name is brook, my rivalAt least i think her name was brookShe's asleep, and i'm givin' her the lamest lookMove her hair back so that i could see your faceCause it was dark and i met her at the game it tookAbout 5 minutes to get her inside the whipAnother 5 minutes to get up inside the lipsNever try really, man not tryna slip, aww! but it was just thighs and hipsOk, i was high, shitOn alchohol and the yelawolf ego tripAnd it's the walk of shame again!

Why is everything i love the most, so wrong for me?And everything i'm holding close, is so far away from me?They don't want me to lie but, they don't wanna hear the truthIt never made sense to meWhy everything i love the most, is so wrong for me!

Smokin' out, throwin' upKeep a fifth off in my cupTrying not to be a simpBut every time i take a sipI think i'm gonna fall in lustI'm back and forth like i'm packing a truckIn a house that never runs out of boxesKnowing that if i put on my tennis shoesAnd a fresh fit, i'll end up socklessBy the end of the night, flip floppingI'll b-boy if you let me hip hop inAlligator skin cowgirl boots only means let's get it crockin'That mini skirt makes any man a flirtManicures animal furs and a purseWhat could a little bit a smoke and henny hurt?You make any jerk make a penny workSinister with sin in herShe can leave a devil sitting in the churchOn another level not in the earthJessica alba had twins at birthTrippin' sure, piles of e, ménage-a-trois, piles of threeWaking up again not proud of meYeah, i'm a lousy fiend

Why is everything i love the most, so wrong for me?And everything i'm holding close, is so far away from me?They don't want me to lie but, they don't wanna hear the truthIt never made sense to meWhy everything i love the most, is so wrong for me!